As a northerner wintering in Florida you have to accept a few things. First, if the groundhog sees his shadow, you really don't care. Second, wildflowers and tameflowers are in bloom. Third, you miss seeing "bridge freezes before pavement" signs (at least in this part of the state).
Note to Doctor Rick: I can find no evidence of any stinkin' fort on Fort Island.
We cooked (and ate) Pompano last night. Aside from liking seafood, trying it was part of our "thing" for old movies. Anyone know the movie where one of the main characters recalls, Pompano, done up in a brown paper bag. Don't feel bad if you cannot answer, as trivia, it is much the same as being able to name the members of President Truman's Cabinet.
To add some purpose to this otherwise blog entry about nothing, the bottom photo is of a bunch of shells imbedded in rock or some sort of hard mud matrix. These are common along the Gulf shore and rather uninteresting. They become interesting when they are underwater. We have seen very few inflatable boats in this area. I think this may well be the reason.
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